VİSİTİNG REST HOME

 Today,we have visited to Denizli Social Services Elderly Care with my teacher Mr.Yaşar and my friends.

        We’ve tried tos hare their lifes.They have different distresses and troubles,some of them lost their husbands or wifes and some of them were angry with their families and so they are trying to find peace in this rest home.They are really desperate people abandoned by who try to punish or close relatives who offended…Here,we went to their visit.All of them sit in a state of bitter misses their grandchildren and son sor daughters.

       We started chatting with them.Almost all of the common expressions:”My wife died,the world have no tasting”.We sang songs,folk songs with them to entertain these cute old people.We played folk dances.Even a grandfather taught me to waltz,we done waltz with him.

        Osman Dede attracted me very much,he was a retired teacher.He has written so many poems…He read some of them for us.I liked the most ‘We are old’ poem.He gave us an example of it.He had three children.All of them are outside of Denizli so they can’t come to his visit.We were affected togehter.

       We were there for two hours,I wish we’d stayed a little more,I coludn’t get enough.

       I have never been to rest home before.Fortunately,I have joined the trip.So,I have learned that how the nursing home is a place.

       I wish we could visit them all the time,listen to their life stories.

       We must try to keep the old people in our lives.

• I suggest you see our photos and read Osman teacher’s poem.

     AYBÜKE SULTAN KAMAK

CLASS:4/D 

TURKEY/DENİZLİ

WE ARE OLD

We were born and grew up like you

First we crawled and later walked

Years took our youth,we have rotted

We hope not pity only affection…

Some of us were judge,some of us were public prosecutor

We had friends,all of them were brother and sister

Now being forgotten is very hurt

‘Don’t forget us’ we say….

Our friends haven’t called us

A lifetime exhausted,our color left

It got dark,it was evening time

We miss sweet words….

We were child,young and grow old.

We supposed that you called us

We were sorry because of leaving

‘Don’t forget us’ we say….